a man and woman laying in a field of red roses

He appears in the Rose Garden in an English castle in the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, in a rose garden in an English castle where numerous bats are flying around and the light from outside is completely blocked, with everything covered by an endless, fantastic jet-black darkness and deep, thick fog all around, dressed in a fine tailcoat with a pointed-end bow tie and a shiny, shiny, red satin lining. A tall, slick back haired, slick back haired, dark haired, short haired, handsome, very dandy, mature male vampire in his early fifties, handsome and very dandy, in his early fifties, wearing a huge, jet black cloak with a long, shiny, bell-shaped collar that hung long on the ground in the Rose Garden. He falls face down on the rose carpet with a young, beautiful woman in a long nightgown, who lies on her back, barefoot, on top of the carpet of roses, which is spread out in great profusion, and he lays her body in a fold, wraps her in a black cloak and embraces her, touching his lips to the n